Name: _____________ Class IV English || Ms. Beer/Ms. Clark/Ms. M

Spring 2017: IA Review Packet

Interim Assessment FAQs:

When is the English IA: Wednesday 5/10 at 8:00am

What percentage of my grade is the IA: 20%

What will the IA test: On the IA, you will be tested on your knowledge and understanding of Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar. The exam will be composed of three sections:

Section 1: Identify characters and answer both multiple choice and short answer questions.

Section 2: Read and respond to two excerpts as we have been doing in our nightly homework.

Section 3: Read two excerpts and write two close reading notes, one on a conflict and one on a theme.

How will my IA be graded: sections 1 and 2 will be graded out of 40 points each while section 3 will be graded out of 20 points.

How can I review and prepare for the IA: read through this packet and use the suggested strategies to review and prepare for the IA.

Reviewing for Section 1: Comprehension Questions

A) For the IA, you will be expected to know who each of the major characters are.

To better remember who they all are, you may want to: • review the character list in your book• create flashcards• draw a “family” tree• and/or create a cartoon of each character

B) In addition to knowing the characters, you should also be able to explain important character interactions and key plot points.

Some suggested ways to review and prepare:• Review your reading notes and/or compare notes with a friend—did you

miss anything important?• Re-read those specific scenes that you did not understand as well as you

would have liked• Re-read the play (or sections of it) with a group and pause periodically to

discuss• Refer to No Fear Shakespeare for especially confusing speeches and

sections of the text• And/or create a comic strip that outlines each important plot point

Reviewing for Sections 2 & 3: Reading and Responding to Excerpts

On the exam, you will see four of the eight passages copied in this packet.

To prepare to respond to these passages:

Review each passage and make sure you understand the context for and language in each.

Revisit your homework for each scene and practice writing a 5-8 word summary of the excerpts.

Consider and choose a most important line for each excerpt and write a justification. Consider what theme and/or conflict is developed/explored in each passage. Write practice close reading notes on these conflicts and themes.

PASSAGE 1

FLAVIUS Hence! Home, you idle creatures, get you home!Is this a holiday? What, know you not,Being mechanical, you ought not walkUpon a laboring day without the signOf your profession?—Speak, what trade art thou?

CARPENTER Why, sir, a carpenter.

MARULLUS Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?What dost thou with thy best apparel on?—You, sir, what trade are you?

COBBLER Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I ambut, as you would say, a cobbler.

MARULLUS But what trade art thou? Answer me directly.

COBBLER A trade, sir, that I hope I may use with a safeconscience, which is indeed, sir, a mender of badsoles.

FLAVIUS What trade, thou knave? Thou naughty knave, whattrade?

COBBLER Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me.Yet if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

MARULLUS What mean’st thou by that? Mend me, thou saucyfellow?

COBBLER Why, sir, cobble you.

FLAVIUS Thou art a cobbler, art thou?

COBBLER Truly, sir, all that I live by is with theawl. I meddle with no tradesman’s matters norwomen’s matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, asurgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger,I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon

neat’s leather have gone upon my handiwork.

FLAVIUS But wherefore art not in thy shop today?Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?

COBBLER Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, toget myself into more work. But indeed, sir, wemake holiday to see Caesar and to rejoice in histriumph.

MARULLUS Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?What tributaries follow him to RomeTo grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels?You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oftHave you climbed up to walls and battlements,To towers and windows, yea, to chimney tops,Your infants in your arms, and there have satThe livelong day, with patient expectation,To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.And when you saw his chariot but appear,Have you not made an universal shout,That Tiber trembled underneath her banksTo hear the replication of your soundsMade in her concave shores?And do you now put on your best attire?And do you now cull out a holiday?And do you now strew flowers in his wayThat comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood? Be gone!Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,Pray to the gods to intermit the plagueThat needs must light on this ingratitude.

FLAVIUS Go, go, good countrymen, and for this faultAssemble all the poor men of your sort,Draw them to Tiber banks, and weep your tearsInto the channel, till the lowest streamDo kiss the most exalted shores of all.

(I.i.____-____)

PASSAGE 2

CASSIUS Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus, and we petty menWalk under his huge legs and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonorable graves.Men at some time are masters of their fates.The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,But in ourselves, that we are underlings.“Brutus” and “Caesar”—what should be in that “Caesar”?Why should that name be sounded more than yours?Write them together, yours is as fair a name;Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em,“Brutus” will start a spirit as soon as “Caesar.”Now, in the names of all the gods at once,Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feedThat he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!When went there by an age, since the great flood,But it was famed with more than with one man?When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,That her wide walks encompassed but one man?Now is it Rome indeed, and room enoughWhen there is in it but one only man.O, you and I have heard our fathers sayThere was a Brutus once that would have brookedTh’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. 

 (I.ii.____-____)

PASSAGE 3

BRUTUS It must be by his death. And for my partI know no personal cause to spurn at him,But for the general. He would be crowned:How that might change his nature, there’s the question.It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,And then I grant we put a sting in himThat at his will he may do danger with.Th’ abuse of greatness is when it disjoinsRemorse from power. And, to speak truth of Caesar,I have not known when his affections swayedMore than his reason. But ’tis a common proofThat lowliness is young ambition’s ladder,Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;But, when he once attains the upmost round,He then unto the ladder turns his back,Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degreesBy which he did ascend. So Caesar may.Then, lest he may, prevent. And since the quarrelWill bear no color for the thing he is,Fashion it thus: that what he is, augmented,Would run to these and these extremities.And therefore think him as a serpent’s egg,Which, hatched, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,And kill him in the shell.

(II.i.____-____)

PASSAGE 4

BRUTUS,  coming  forward with Cassius Give me your hands all over, one by one.

CASSIUS And let us swear our resolution.

BRUTUS No, not an oath. If not the face of men,The sufferance of our souls, the time’s abuse—If these be motives weak, break off betimes,And every man hence to his idle bed.So let high-sighted tyranny range onTill each man drop by lottery. But if these—As I am sure they do—bear fire enoughTo kindle cowards and to steel with valorThe melting spirits of women, then, countrymen,What need we any spur but our own causeTo prick us to redress? What other bondThan secret Romans that have spoke the wordAnd will not palter? And what other oathThan honesty to honesty engagedThat this shall be or we will fall for it?Swear priests and cowards and men cautelous,Old feeble carrions, and such suffering soulsThat welcome wrongs; unto bad causes swearSuch creatures as men doubt; but do not stainThe even virtue of our enterprise,Nor th’ insuppressive mettle of our spirits,To think that or our cause or our performanceDid need an oath, when every drop of bloodThat every Roman bears, and nobly bears,Is guilty of a several bastardyIf he do break the smallest particleOf any promise that hath passed from him.

CASSIUS But what of Cicero? Shall we sound him?I think he will stand very strong with us.

CASCA Let us not leave him out.

CINNA No, by no means.

PASSAGE 4, CONT..

METELLUS O, let us have him, for his silver hairsWill purchase us a good opinionAnd buy men’s voices to commend our deeds.It shall be said his judgment ruled our hands.Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,But all be buried in his gravity.

BRUTUS O, name him not! Let us not break with him,For he will never follow anythingThat other men begin.

CASSIUS Then leave him out.

CASCA Indeed, he is not fit.

DECIUS Shall no man else be touched, but only Caesar?

CASSIUS Decius, well urged. I think it is not meetMark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,Should outlive Caesar. We shall find of himA shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,If he improve them, may well stretch so farAs to annoy us all; which to prevent,Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

BRUTUS Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;For Antony is but a limb of Caesar.Let’s be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar,And in the spirit of men there is no blood.O, that we then could come by Caesar’s spiritAnd not dismember Caesar! But, alas,Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends,Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully.Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

PASSAGE 4, CONT..

Stir up their servants to an act of rageAnd after seem to chide ’em. This shall makeOur purpose necessary and not envious;Which so appearing to the common eyes,We shall be called purgers, not murderers.And for Mark Antony, think not of him,For he can do no more than Caesar’s armWhen Caesar’s head is off.

CASSIUS Yet I fear him,For in the engrafted love he bears to Caesar—

BRUTUS Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him.If he love Caesar, all that he can doIs to himself: take thought and die for Caesar.And that were much he should, for he is givenTo sports, to wildness, and much company.

TREBONIUS There is no fear in him. Let him not die,For he will live and laugh at this hereafter.

(II.i.____-____)

PASSAGE 5

CASSIUS, kneeling Pardon, Caesar; Caesar, pardon!As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fallTo beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CAESAR I could be well moved, if I were as you.If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.But I am constant as the Northern Star,Of whose true fixed and resting qualityThere is no fellow in the firmament.The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;They are all fire, and every one doth shine.But there’s but one in all doth hold his place.So in the world: ’tis furnished well with men,And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive.Yet in the number I do know but oneThat unassailable holds on his rank,Unshaked of motion; and that I am heLet me a little show it, even in this:That I was constant Cimber should be banishedAnd constant do remain to keep him so.

(III.i.____-____)

PASSAGE 6

FIRST PLEBEIAN This Caesar was a tyrant.

THIRD PLEBEIAN Nay, that’s certain.We are blest that Rome is rid of him.

SECOND PLEBEIAN Peace, let us hear what Antony can say.

ANTONY You gentle Romans—

PLEBEIANS Peace, ho! Let us hear him.

ANTONY Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft interrèd with their bones.So let it be with Caesar. The noble BrutusHath told you Caesar was ambitious.If it were so, it was a grievous fault,And grievously hath Caesar answered it.Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest(For Brutus is an honorable man;So are they all, all honorable men),Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.He was my friend, faithful and just to me,But Brutus says he was ambitious,And Brutus is an honorable man.He hath brought many captives home to Rome,Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,And Brutus is an honorable man.You all did see that on the LupercalI thrice presented him a kingly crown,Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,And sure he is an honorable man.I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,But here I am to speak what I do know.

PASSAGE 6, CONT..

You all did love him once, not without cause.What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?—O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,And men have lost their reason!—Bear with me;My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,And I must pause till it come back to me.   He weeps.

FIRST PLEBEIAN Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.

SECOND PLEBEIAN If thou consider rightly of the matter,Caesar has had great wrong.

THIRD PLEBEIAN Has he, masters?I fear there will a worse come in his place.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN Marked you his words? He would not take thecrown;Therefore ’tis certain he was not ambitious.

FIRST PLEBEIAN If it be found so, some will dear abide it.

SECOND PLEBEIAN Poor soul, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.

THIRD PLEBEIAN There’s not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN Now mark him. He begins again to speak.

(III.ii.____-____)

PASSAGE 7

CINNAI dreamt tonight that I did feast with Caesar,And things unluckily charge my fantasy.I have no will to wander forth of doors,Yet something leads me forth.

FIRST PLEBEIAN What is your name?

SECOND PLEBEIAN Whither are you going?

THIRD PLEBEIAN Where do you dwell?

FOURTH PLEBEIAN Are you a married man or abachelor?

SECOND PLEBEIAN Answer every man directly.

FIRST PLEBEIAN Ay, and briefly.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN Ay, and wisely.

THIRD PLEBEIAN Ay, and truly, you were best.

CINNA What is my name? Whither am I going? Wheredo I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor?Then to answer every man directly and briefly,wisely and truly: wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

SECOND PLEBEIAN That’s as much as to say they arefools that marry. You’ll bear me a bang for that, Ifear. Proceed directly.

CINNA Directly, I am going to Caesar’s funeral.

FIRST PLEBEIAN As a friend or an enemy?

CINNA As a friend.

SECOND PLEBEIAN That matter is answered directly.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN For your dwelling—briefly.

CINNA Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol.

PASSAGE 7, CONT..

THIRD PLEBEIAN Your name, sir, truly.

CINNA Truly, my name is Cinna.

FIRST PLEBEIAN Tear him to pieces! He’s a conspirator.

CINNA I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet!

FOURTH PLEBEIAN Tear him for his bad verses, tear himfor his bad verses!

CINNA I am not Cinna the conspirator.

FOURTH PLEBEIAN It is no matter. His name’s Cinna.Pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn himgoing.

THIRD PLEBEIAN Tear him, tear him! Come, brands, ho,firebrands! To Brutus’, to Cassius’, burn all! Someto Decius’ house, and some to Casca’s, some toLigarius’. Away, go!

All the Plebeians exit,  carrying off Cinna.(III.iii.____-____)

PASSAGE 8

CASSIUS That you have wronged me doth appear in this:You have condemned and noted Lucius PellaFor taking bribes here of the Sardians,Wherein my letters, praying on his sideBecause I knew the man, was slighted off.

BRUTUS You wronged yourself to write in such a case.

CASSIUS In such a time as this it is not meetThat every nice offense should bear his comment.

BRUTUS Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourselfAre much condemned to have an itching palm,To sell and mart your offices for goldTo undeservers.

CASSIUS I an itching palm?You know that you are Brutus that speaks this,Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.

BRUTUS Remember March; the ides of March remember.Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?But for supporting robbers, shall we nowContaminate our fingers with base bribes.I had rather be a dog and bay the moonThan such a Roman.

CASSIUS Brutus, bait not me.I’ll not endure it. You forget yourselfI am a soldier, I,Older in practice, abler than yourselfTo make conditions.

BRUTUS Go to! You are not, Cassius.

CASSIUS Urge me no more. I shall forget myself.

BRUTUS Away, slight man!

CASSIUS Is ’t possible?

BRUTUS Hear me, for I will speak.Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

CASSIUS O you gods, you gods, must I endure all this?

BRUTUS All this? Ay, more. Must I budge?Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch

Under your testy humor? By the gods…from this day forth,I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,When you are waspish.

CASSIUS Is it come to this?

BRUTUS You say you are a better soldier.Let it appear so, make your vaunting true,And it shall please me well. For mine own part,I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

CASSIUS You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus.I said an elder soldier, not a better.Did I say “better”?

BRUTUS If you did, I care not.

CASSIUS Do not presume too much upon my love.I may do that I shall be sorry for.

BRUTUS You have done that you should be sorry for.There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,For I am armed so strong in honestyThat they pass by me as the idle wind,Which I respect not. I did send to youFor certain sums of gold, which you denied me,For I can raise no money by vile means.By heaven, I had rather coin my heartAnd drop my blood for drachmas than to wringFrom the hard hands of peasants their vile trashBy any indirection. I did sendTo you for gold to pay my legions,Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;Dash him to pieces!

CASSIUS I denied you not.

BRUTUS You did.

CASSIUS I did not. He was but a fool that brought my answer back. A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

BRUTUS I do not like your faults.

CASSIUS A friendly eye could never see such faults.

BRUTUS A flatterer’s would not, though they do appearAs huge as high Olympus.

CASSIUS Cassius is aweary of the world—Hated by one he loves, braved by his brother,Checked like a bondman, all his faults observed,…O, I could weepMy spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, [Offering his dagger to Brutus.]And here my naked breast; within, a heartDearer than Pluto’s mine, richer than gold.If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth.I that denied thee gold will give my heart.Strike as thou didst at Caesar, for I knowWhen thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him betterThan ever thou lovedst Cassius.

BRUTUS Sheathe your dagger.O Cassius, you are yokèd with a lambThat carries anger as the flint bears fire,Who, much enforcèd, shows a hasty sparkAnd straight is cold again.

CASSIUS Hath Cassius livedTo be but mirth and laughter to his BrutusWhen grief and blood ill-tempered vexeth him?

BRUTUS When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.

CASSIUS Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

BRUTUS And my heart too.